Long leathery tail, whipping up dust.
The sight before me, awakens suppressed lust.
Great talonned feet, scraping the ground.
A low grumble escapes my lips, you tremble at the sound.
Saliva dripping down, from a half open maw.
Sizling on the rocks below, uneven and raw.
Tongue lolling back and forth, imagening your taste.
You hide a shudder at the sight, concealing your distaste.
I enjoy your nervous twitching, on your cheek rolls a single tear.
As real as my rancid breath, in my mouth I can taste your fear.
You search my eyes, deperatly looking for humanity.
But this being of chaos, is driven by insanity.
As realization dawns, you get up and run.
I watch you lazily for a moment, enjoying the fun.
All reason gone, I pounce on you in a flurry.
Eyes lit in crimson red, burning with intense fury.
Razorsharp claws, across your milky white skin.
I revel in the scent, as the bloodflow begin.
Holding your body tightly, aching your back.
Daggerlike canine fangs, ripping into your neck.
Looking into your eyes, as the last life ebbes out.
My fur is splattered in the blood, still dripping from my snout.
Dropping you on the ground, I rear up and stand proud.
A great roar rolls up my throat, deafeningly loud.
The rage quietly departs my body, gone is all the hate.
But too soon it all comes back, this hunger I can not sate.
Some day it will go the other way, one day I shall be slain.
I welcome the prospect of this, for it releases me of my pain.
When I lie broken and deformed, when my black heart fails.
People will forever remember, the horror of my demon tales.
Skrevet d.
1. december 2005, 18:15
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